[chorus: x2] this is for them regals, granddaddy’s cutlesses stuck-in-town vehicles the speakers gon’ love it the trucks is all low like i talked about his mother drivin’ around slow, like there’s an accident or somethin’ ssssskkkkkurrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

[chuck inglish:] diggin’ the dumps, cigar guts into anything piggy bank change couldn’t break if the ground shake earthquake shake and san andres fault first-place trophy is the only to race in them talk to me dawg, please don’t talk at me i thought i saw the credits runnin on with all that acting w-ss happenin’ surely {shurly?} rerun [?] see me with it now like they gotta get theirs tomorrow ferrari’s [?] naaaa phantoms [?] nope! triple gold spokes on them lincoln town cars like back when i was driving to the mall where that circuit city was gotta get this installed

[bridge: chuck inglish] that flip face touch screen remote control and all that b-ss treble biz and it smells like a loud pack [that ac fan] strawberry air freshners to mix with the scent shooting free throws for the win…